Chapter 20
We escorted Nan to her car. Spilling her guts had shaken her up, and she wasn’t in the mood for walking anymore. I didn’t blame her.
“Alex?” Marla repeated to me, incredulous. “That’s what they called her. I don’t have her in my database, that’s for sure.”
“It wouldn’t be anything he’d brag about, I don’t think. Not once he got sober.”
We climbed into the Mercedes. Marla revved the engine and grunted. “So, did you ever know Alex Brisbane?”
I shook my head. “Still, it’s a puzzle. Except for Cecelia, I don’t know of anyone even related to Alex. Maybe Cecelia’s remorse overtook her and she tried to hang herself. That would explain the ligature marks on her neck. When that failed, she drove into the lake.”
“And this Alex?”
“I saw a picture of her at Cecelia’s house. It’s at t
